Drip
Drip
Eat away at the snow
Look outside is no place to go
Slippery streets grayish brown
Too small of a small town
Its back is curling round
To protect the stomach
The future home
The future holds hands with its ghost
Its one and only host
Its becoming mostly
Moments drip into the snow
Eat away at the snow
Look outside is no place to go
Slippery streets grayish brown
Too small of a small town
Its back is curling round
To protect the stomach
The future home
The future holds hands with its ghost
Its one and only host
Its becoming mostly
Moments drip into the snow
Credits
Writer(s): Doug Taylor
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